Of waves against the shore.
Then, at my side,
My soul’s companion whispered, all unseen,
‘Two thousand years have hidden him from the world,
Robed him in grey and bearded him with eld,
Untrue to his warm life. There was a time
When he was young as truth is; and the sun
Browned his young body, danced in his young grey eyes;
And look—the time is now.’
There, as he spoke,